Freedom, it is an interesting word.  I think it means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.  Unfortunately it is not a word that is often associated with the Church, and yet Christ came to make us free.  Why, how, has the Church lost it’s sense of this I wonder.  Too much of the time when people come into our faith and Missional Communities hoping to experience God or at least catch a glimps of Him what they see is our organization, our over structured, overly corporate, put on version of God, and they see right through it.

What if we stopped?  Just stopped all the non-sense, the pretense and the presumption.  What would happen if we admitted we don’t have God to give.  He isn’t a lollipop hidden in my pocket wrapped in my bend understanding faith.  But I am on a journey towards God, towards Hope, Faith and Love.  And I have this sense that He has joined me on my broken, painful journey, and that He is the one who started me on this trip and He is the one beckoning me to on.  What if I realized and allowed this idea, that I am free to dominate my life.  Free to hope, love, believe, not just for myself or in myself but for and in those around me.

What if I wasn’t the one responsible for it, but just responsible for my response to him, Christ, God.  What if I lived FREE.

Do you think that kind of life would translate into something that others would see and sense God in me?  Would it make an impact on their lives?  Would it create in me the kind of space that God loves to inhabit?  I hope it will, because that is where I want to live.

Father,

Forgive me when I start touching and messing with your thing too much.  When I think it is my responsibility to get it done, or get someone there.  When I forget that it really is about living a whole life with you and just inviting other to take this journey with me.  Let me live in your freedom today.  Free of guilt, weight, pressure.  Free to love, be loved, give, receive, mess up and correct.  And grant me the grace to give freedom to all those around me.

I am sorry for not getting this right so much of the time.

Your broken son,

Jerry

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